I'm sorry.

Everything I write is so
mediocre and tired.
I may come of seeming like I don't try
but it's not that my poetry is dry.
It's just that I was too slow.

I was beaten to it
by the likes of Raleigh, Finch, and Poe.
I know I'm no Poe,
but I stay up all night,
thinking upon the uneven stanzas and
words I can't write.

I struggle with the thought that my lack of focus and plot,
might throw you and anyone else off.
I know that Gossamer Feathers was alright,
but that was a mere one-off.

I still write though.
That sets me above every other Joe-Blow.
Or at least I should hope it would.
Now I will dream of all that could be and should.